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Child Abuse Story of Healing and Recovery from Bob

by Bob
(Connecticut, USA)




My Childhood in a Nutshell: 
I was 11. My abuser was 17. He offered me cigarettes and friendship. I didn't know what it was he wanted me to do. He asked me to take down my pants and he preformed oral acts on my penis. I was UN-aroused, and to my knowledge, I had never had an erection till I got older. Now I knew what I had to do for cigs & friendship.

After a few days—maybe weeks went by—I didn't want to do this anymore and told him to stop. He did "Thank God". But why did God let this happen to me?
Did I do something wrong?
I must be a bad Boy!
SHUT THE DOOR.
Keep every one out.
Hide.
Don't tell anyone.
Years go by.

I'm 28.
My older brother tells me his son was raped by a Boy Scout leader.
My first confession...
I tell my brother to shut up don't talk about it it's bad for his son, this happened to me!
Now the wheels in my mind start to turn.

A few months later for some strange reason, my abuser reappears in front of my eyes for the first time in all these years.
STOP, DANGER, RUN, HIDE, KILL HIM, KILL ME...
I only knew this had to stop.
I got professional help.

After 3 months of some intense psy help and opening the doors, telling my story to my loved ones, I'm on the road to freedom. I am now 52 years old. I live a good life but, from time to time, I have a visit of my past when I read a newspaper or hear a news report. I think time is a good healer, but it never goes away completely.

Bob

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Child Abuse Story of Healing and Recovery from Bob

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Nov 24, 2008
Healing...
by: Darlene Barriere - Webmaster

Bob, at the risk of offending you (not my intent, I assure you) I do have to say that I'm not a believer in time being a healer. There are hundreds of stories on this site alone that reflect the opposite is true. Unless a person acts in a way that allows healing to take place (such as getting some form of counselling) child abuse survivors become blocked and continue to live in the past by constantly reliving the terrible memories. Unless an abuse survivor actively pursues some type of healing program, the reality of what happened will manifest in unhealthy ways throughout that person's life. I believe that healing is a choice we as survivors must each make for ourselves. Only through that choice can true healing begin. The first challenge is in taking that first necessary step: admitting you need help. The second is in a willingness to do the work required.

Sounds as though you've done a great deal of work, Bob. I applaud that you went into therapy to get yourself the help you needed. So many men wouldn't, especially if you came from a time when "professional help" had a stigma attached to it; that was certainly the case in my twenties, and we're almost the same age.

Thank you for sharing your story with my visitors and me.

Darlene Barriere
Violence & Abuse Prevention Educator
Author: On My Own Terms, A Memoir

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